Where am I? Who am I? I am holding on for dear life. My hands were gripping onto an orange scaled dragon. Dragon?!? There aren't any dragons in my world, or were there? I don't remember. I don't remember anything, nothing seems right. I look below and I see lakes of fire and writhing souls burning. Did I go to hell? Is this dragon actually a demon from hell bringing my soul to burn with the rest of the damned? I do recall when someone leads a sinful life, you go to hell, but I can't remember where I learned it. Wait, there is a word for my condition, but if I had amnesia, why would I be in hell? Pain struck thorough my body. When you are dead, you aren't supposed to feel physical pain are we? Maybe I was misinformed, or maybe when you die, you get sent to a different reality, depending on the kind of life you lead. I'm not sure what to believe. What? I'm falling.................. the demon dropped me, and he's laughing at me. I'm going to die....................

"WAKE UP YOU DIRTBAGS!" I jump out of bed. I am in a big Barracks like chamber, with a number of cots and a number of other people jumping out too. But these people look extremely different from me. Some looked human like me, but others look human. Something was different, like one have cloven hooves, and one had reddish skin and a tail. Most of these creatures had some sort of demon-like features. What are these creatures? "ATTENTION! You filthy piece of lemure waste! Get your armor from out of your lockers and get ready to march! Move it! Move it! move it!" I came over to a large locker, and I opened it. Sure enough a fiendish looking set of chain mail set inside. I wasn't wearing anything other than a loincloth. There didn't seem to be any padding, or leather underneath. I looked around, and all the humans, and semi-humans were putting on their chain mail without it. I grabbed the breastplate, and added the chain coif and strapped on the chain arm and leg guards. My pausing caused me to be the last one out of the barracks.

The sky was blood red, and I might be wrong, but I think I saw fireballs exploding in the air. I've never seen anything like this in my life, not that I could remember anyway. There wasn't a "sun" so to speak, like that gray plane I was stuck on, where I spent a couple days running from evil spirits moaning in terror and then fought those little gargoyle creatures. The landscape here was mostly red, either from the coloring of the land, to the exploding balls of fire in the air, and burning bodies of tortured souls. I remember seeing my sword in there, but no one else wore a weapon, so I kept it in the locker. The 'drill sergeant' was a huge black dragon-like demon. The rows of human and human-like beings left a spot open in the front. The demon looked angry. "Move it, you larva slime!" I ran as fast as I could in 35 pounds of armor. The black creature marched over to me. "You worthless slime!" The Huge sergeant lifted me up. "You are by the Powers, the most barmy berk I have ever seen!" He threw me twenty feet with a crash, by the time I got my bearings. the huge demon was over me. "Bane, you are going to be my special case. You must think you are a great cutter because the Commander thinks you can fight. Well you aren't! You are a worthless berk!" My ribs have healed, so I wasn't too hurt. I got up and smashed the creature in the face. His scaled hide shielded him from the blow, and it doesn't seem that I could possibly hurt him.. The beast let a foul grin. "Is that the best you got?" The sergeant stood over me, and I backed up and crashed into the sergeant. The force I exerted was enough to make us tumble. The large beast fell, but he quickly threw me off of him.

I landed with a crash. "You are spoiling, boy! I don't need a chaotic fool like you in the ranks. I will get rid of you legally. A duel!" I looked at the demon, I was surprised, I figured he would just attack me and try to kill me. He spoke " So accept if you think you are such a bold cutter." I stood up. "I accept your challenge Demon!" The Black creature laughed "A prime berk, only a prime berk would call me 'demon', and only a berk would challenge a Black Abashai. But no more dallying, our challenge will be tonight, but right now, we march!" I knew how the military was, and that there was a right time for a fight. Was I in the military before? Was I in this military? Our formation marched off on the burning plane.

The large beast had us run for miles and miles. When some of the others lagged behind, a huge fireball from nowhere would blast the poor berk. Berk? What is that term? Other than how it's used, I have no idea where it came from, and what is a Prime? I suppose I wasn't meant to be here, else I would know what they mean. Most people who have amnesia can remember what they learned, like I am, but just can't recall where or when they learned it. I guess that theory was true, in my case. I must have been used to running, because it didn't bother me one bit, I kept the front rank going. The Abashai, as he called himself, saw this and ran us harder, more of the back ranks fell, but the hardiest of the group kept up, but the laggers got blasted. The Abashai couldn't run faster, he lifted his blackened wings and flew ahead of us and shrieked "MOVE IT YOU BERKS! RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!" I started running as fast as I could, and I broke away from the pack, seems that the others couldn't run this far and then go to full speed, because I wasn't running exceptionally fast, but I was running nearly under the drill sergeant, much to his chagrin.

The blackened plane has blasting fireballs in the sky, and of course, would blast the poor berks that couldn't keep up. This land seems so chaotic. In the distance I could see rivers, one of fire, and the other looked red, and if it's as it smells, it must be blood. Odd looking structures loomed off the way as well. One looked like a number of round objects stacked upon each other, but they didn't seem stone-like, in fact, I could swear that they were moving. Another looked like a wall of bone surrounding a large fortress in the distance, that actually looked like a giant guardian demon, only the fact that it never moved, and that there were openings where the other demons would fly into made me believe it was a structure, and not an actual demon. Some were like the Sergeant, except they seem to have 3 distinctive colors: Red, Green, and Black. Also there were these smaller green demons with feathery wings instead of scaly wings flying around as well.

Our barracks was about a mile away from the fortress. Out of the fifty that went out on the dark plane, only twenty of us returned. Ten of us were human, but they were meaner than I think I am. The other, were these humans that had bestial parts, one didn't even have parts like the others, there just wasn't something right about him, all these seemed quite angry at me for angering the sergeant, but they were too exhausted to let me know with more than a look.

We piled into a mess hall, and their the chef was serving something foul, he slopped the food on a tray and pushed it to me. I looked at it and realized what it was...human flesh. My stomach started to turn, and bile tried to force it's way up my throat. I believe I would have lost what was in my stomach, but I had nothing in it, I don't even remember eating, but I certainly know that it isn't this. The others in the troop didn't have a problem with it and were eating hungrily. My stomach nearly leapt out of my throat as it turned, verifying that there was no food, no water whatsoever that could be in my stomach. I guess the others felt they have no choice, but some liked it. A different Abashai looked at me and snarled. "What's a matter, food not palatable? Are you one of those sissy berks?" I snarled back "I am no cannibal, I want real food." The Abashai brought up a claw to slash at me, but another Abashai, a red one, spoke to him. "No, he has a challenge, and he needs food. He fights Grazlen." The other Abashai seemed to make a smile. He pulled out a plate and it looked like a cooked boar, very large and oddly shaped, but it was definitely boar. "Good luck tonight mortal, Devtel and I put some jink on you. Lose and we will chew your lemure body." I nodded. Lemure body? What is a Lemure?

I sat down and greedily ate the boar. My stomach buzzed with pleasure, it had to be the best food I ever had in my life. I felt strong, like I could take on the world. The soldiers in my platoon were even more furious about my preferential treatment. The sergeant tore greedily into a human arm, lapping up the blood that still issued from it. I looked at him and I gave him a deathly stare. The fiend grinned at me, like he thought for sure he would win, the victims blood dribbled from his fiendish mouth. I just hope that it's honorable combat, where I have a weapon that can kill him, else all the food in the world wouldn't make me strong enough to kill the beast.

After our meal, a red, spiky looking demon marched the troop away, another one marched me to an arena that was off to the west, if there are any directions in this place, of the barracks, and the mess hall. it wasn't a building we saw when we were running. Torches were lit, and they were actually white souls twisted into a torch form, with their hair on fire. It was hideous, the poor souls were twisted, and by the looks were still alive. Sickening moans issued out these torches, even after seeing all I have seen so far, this was still unsettling. The demon led me into a chamber which was something like a preparation room. I didn't have any armor, but my silver sword was here. The Spiky demon was about to leave. "What no armor?" He turned to me and grinned. "No Armor!" The demon left cackling, like I told him a joke. That big black demons body has scales like armor, my sword is my only hope.. I hefted the blade, The five foot blade balanced well in my hands, it looked like a sharp blade, it may cleave those scales. If only......"Get going!" The spiked fiend was back. I put the long blade in my right hand, and walked on my way up for the fight of my life.